Well, howdeeeeeee! (insert bad Minnie Pearl impression here)
Sorry about the absence but as you may or may not know, I’ve had quite the whirlwind week. I packed up my home, quit my job of eight years, hugged my friends and hit the road. I’ve gone from living alone downtown in a major city to living with my new husband and his daughters in the country. This isn’t the middle of nowhere, but I think I see it from here.
This whole transition has surprised me. I cannot believe how effortlessly I am sliding into this new life. I anticipated somewhat of a nervous breakdown. So much to take on so suddenly. Don’t get me wrong, there have been issues. I went from living in a cute orderly cottage to dwelling in a 110 year old farmhouse that is in a serious state of disrepair. Doors don’t shut, the kitchen is drafty and half of the lights don’t work. Three people have died in this house and another three were born here. If only these walls could talk. I find myself daydreaming about all the people that have shared this home with us. Word has it a spirit still does.
I am living out of boxes, currently. I can’t find my underwear half of the time, or even a simple pair of scissors. Seriously. I have a three year old with bronchitis. Dust is everywhere and if you know me in real life, you know that I do not suffer dust. I can’t find anything and I don’t know how to get anywhere. Yesterday I attempted a trip to town and found myself passing the same cemetery three times. Roads don’t have signs out here. Mapquest is useless, I’ve found. The shower is barely functional and I have been doing laundry for a week 5 days straight and I’m still not caught up.
You know what else? I’ve never been happier in my entire life. I don’t mean to get all sap-ass on ya’ll, but I can’t explain it. The “old” Jen would have spontaneously combusted at this current situation. Yesterday I had a 3 year old cherub in the backseat of my car singing “you’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” at the top of her lungs, stopping only to bark out a juicy cough. I made dinner for two little girls last night, gave them baths and read bedtime stories. I pretended to call Santa and tell him how good our little one was at her Doctor’s appointment. She listened wide-eyed and incredulous at my ties with St Nick.
At the end of every day I collapse and look over at John and we just laugh. I love this new life of mine, and it’s NOTHING like I ever envisioned.
I guess my heart knows it’s finally home.